She blinked up at him, confused at his pulling away. It was far more than simple physical movement. After a brief pout, she flopped over to the arm of the couch instead, tucking herself up tightly so she didn’t touch him anymore.
Derek sighed and got up from the couch to get her a blanket. He came back with one of his and a pillow. Apparently he didn’t really have extras like he thought. He wrapped her like a burrito and placed the pillow at the end of the couch. “There you go,” he said with a small smile.
With a little sigh, Summer curled herself into the pillow, giving him a small, false smile back. She felt cold from the inside, and hunched her shoulders around her ears, watching Derek with sleepy eyes. She’d let hope get the better of her, she thought, and decided to leave in the morning. She wouldn’t stay where she wasn’t wanted.